Part of the challenge a true and good National Socialist faces today is contending with the negative narratives promulgated by the Media® and, sadly, by the more extreme elements of our own side. I believe that only by offering a counter-narrative can we hope to confront and supplant the negative stereotypes currently held by the general public and, maybe eventually, the Media®.
I mention this because I was raised not to "toot" one's own horn: good works are their own reward and it is enough that God knows of them. And if it weren't for the aforementioned narrative issue, I wouldn't say a thing.
But in an effort to help our narrative along, I want to share the following:
My office is at the bottom of a small hill, next to some railroad tracks. The tracks intersect the main road about halfway down the hill right after a blind corner. The tracks are level of course. The road isn't: commonly referred to as "low grade". So, more than one large semi-truck has tried crossing the tracks, only to plant firmly into them with the middle of their trailer. Rather like this sign (which, now that I think about it, really needs to be on this road, but isn't):
Coming into the office this morning, I noticed a very large semi-truck on the uphill side of the tracks, contemplating the grade. Realizing he had no chance of getting across them, the driver, a young black man, realized he only had one choice: to back-up to the last intersection and take a different route. The problems were immediately apparent: he was by himself, he would have to back uphill on a narrow two-lane road, with no shoulder to speak of, and around a blind corner. What could go wrong?
Now, if I was the stereotypical racist-Nazi-white-oppressor the "liberal" Media® would have you believe I am, I would have thought: "Home-boy got himself into it, home-boy can get himself out of it."
But instead, I thought: "No way is he going to do that by himself. That driver needs help."
So in the pouring rain I flagged him down, told him I would help, and directed traffic such that he could backup without hitting anyone, or more likely, getting hit by some cell-phone talking soccer mom coming around the blind corner in her suburban tank. Mission accomplished. I waved, he honked, and we went about our business.
Why? Because someone making a good-faith effort to do the best they could needed help. Race didn't even enter into the equation.
Of course, if it had been some knuckle-head who wasn't paying attention, was too busy talking on his cell phone or generally acting like a dumb-ass, then it would have been a different story- black, white, brown, yellow, red or rainbow doesn't matter. Dumb-ass is as dumb-ass does.
To paraphrase a common expression: Judge not by the color of the skin, but by the competency of the driving. And to give credit where credit is due, he was a good driver: he spotted the grade before trying to cross it and managed back uphill on the wet road around a blind corner without jack-knifing. I know I couldn't do that.
So the Media® would say "Nazi helps a Black man!"
I would say: nothing.
I'm a Nazi. So what. I'm also a good person who helps others in need, regardless of color, so long as they are deserving help. Period. So that's the new narrative I'm working on: Nazi's can be good people and helpful neighbors. Take that Media®.